The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife - Chapter 91

Shan Yu was a man, a man with a healthy body and a sound mind.

He could bear it back then because he didn’t want to touch Wan Qiu with another man’s body. Now that they were about to become husband and wife, could he still bear it?

Shan Yu laid still on Wan Qiu’s body, and his voice was a little low and hoarse: “What’s wrong? You don’t want to?”

Wan Qiu’s face flushed with embarrassment, his fingers grasped a small piece of fabric on Shan Yu’s shirt, and he whispered: “The, the wedding…”

“It will happen sooner or later, what are you worried about? We are a definite couple. Even if we are just dating, it would be normal to do this kind of thing.” Shan Yu said and wanted to continue, but was pushed away.

“But…” Wan Qiu was very confused: “If the elders find out, will they say that I…”

“…”

Shan Yu laid down on the side, a little frustrated, covered his eyes with his hands, and sighed softly, “You have already given birth to our child, and I’ve slept here every day. What would the elders say? What do you think? This is modern times, and you don’t have to be restricted by those rules anymore… But if you feel it’s inappropriate, then we will wait… I’m going to take a shower…”

There was no doubt that Shan Yu was a well-educated gentleman. Even though Wan Qiu was very soft-tempered, Shan Yu would not force him even a little bit. If Wan Qiu didn’t want to, he would get up and get out of bed.

—— but he was hooked.

Wan Qiu originally wanted to reach out with his hand, but Shan Yu moved too quickly, so he could only reach out and hook Shan Yu’s wrist with his leg in desperation.

Shan Yu lowered his head and saw that Wan Qiu’s toes were round and plump, and the toenails had healthy crescent edges. Shan Yu’s eyes followed Wan Qiu’s slender ankles, slid over his straight and slender calves and lightly-haired belly, and landed on Wan Qiu’s flushed face. He stood up, and was hooked again.

“Do you know what the consequences of this will be?” Shan Yu asked.

Wan Qiu nodded, his fingers almost tearing the sheets underneath him.

First embrace.

Very gentle, very slow, very precious.

Wan Qiu gradually stopped trembling in Shan Yu’s sweaty arms, and the wounds from the abuse in his memory healed bit by bit in the passionate kiss.

Shan Yu had little experience about love and intimate stuff, and after a while, he leaned on Wan Qiu’s body, like a child who finally ate candy, humming with satisfaction.

After taking a shower…

“Give me one more time, okay?”

“Husband, you…”

“I still want it.”

At the age of 27, when he was in his prime, young and strong, Shan Yu tasted the sweetness fiercely, and he seemed to be unable to stop.

Each time it took longer, and it was more tiring.

Shan Yu made rapid progress through self-teaching. As for Wan Qiu, his whole body ached. When he was woken up by Shan Yu for the fourth time, he finally couldn’t help but persuade him: “Husband, please pay attention to your health…”

“I’m in good health. This is the last time.”

Shan Yu said it was the last time, but in fact, he kept tossing until dawn.

“Husband…” Wan Qiu felt vaguely like he was going to faint and heard Shan Yu say, “This is really the last time.”

Wan Qiu didn’t believe it, but he seemed to have no choice but to let himself be overpowered.

A week later…

Wan Qiu, suffering from back pain, was basking in the sun on the sofa and almost shed tears when he heard the doorbell ring.

It was true that his husband scared him as soon as he came home. He really couldn’t stand it.

Wan Qiu slowly opened the door and saw Shan Yu standing there, looking very impressive in a suit. His eyes dropped unconsciously, praying that his husband would show some humanity and not pounce on him as soon as he walked inside.

“What took you so long?” Shan Yu asked, one hand behind his back.

“…sleeping.”

Wan Qiu stood on tiptoe and untied Shan Yu’s tie unskilfully. His sleeves slid down his wrists, revealing two smooth, white forearms, which exuded a faint fragrance.

It was the smell of the perfume from the closet, the same as Shan Yu’s.

“Close your eyes,” Shan Yu said, lowering his head to press a kiss on Wan Qiu’s face.

Wan Qiu did, and suddenly smelled a fragrant scent of flowers.

The bouquet was fiery red, full of roses.

“Thank you, husband!”

“Are you just saying thank you?”

“Then husband… what do you want?”

“You don’t know?”

“I…”

Shan Yu carried Wan Qiu to the sofa, and after doing what he wanted to do, he gently stroked Wan Qiu’s long, sweaty black hair and said, “Mom asked me to take you home for dinner. She said she wanted to discuss the wedding. What do you think about where we will live in the future?”

Wan Qiu, trusting his husband was like heaven, replied, “I’ll listen to you, husband.”

Shan Yu smiled and said, “Don’t just listen to me. If you have any opinions, feel free to express them. My mother will take care of the wedding; it’s nothing to worry about. But where do you want to live? Do you want to live on your own or move back home? Also, my grandpa and dad want to keep Yun’er by their side to educate him. What do you think?”

Wan Qiu didn’t have any strong ideas, so he asked in a low voice, “Husband, since your family come from higher background, are there any rules I need to learn? Tell me, so I won’t make a fool of myself.”

Shan Yu understood Wan Qiu’s worries, and when he went home, he said to his mother: “I’m busy with work and won’t have much time to focus on the wedding. Yun’er will be kept by grandpa’s side to be educated. After marriage, I want to arrange for Wan Qiu to go to school, so I’m considering living outside. What do you think, Mom?”

“You’ve already made up your mind, so why are you asking me? Can I say no?” Mother Shan glared at Shan Yu and asked, “It’s fine to live outside, but have you found a place?”

“The apartment I live in now is pretty good…”

“No.” Mother Shan waved her hand and said, “Your apartment was given to you after you graduated from high school. How many years has it been now? You want to use it as a family apartment with Wan Qiu? What do you want Wan Qiu to think? Nonsense.”

Shan Yu smiled: “Wan Qiu doesn’t care about this, and it’s close to my company, so it’s convenient.”

Mother Shan lightly punched her son and took Wan Qiu’s hand, saying, “Don’t listen to this brat’s nonsense. Mom won’t wrong you.”

Wan Qiu hurriedly shook his head and said softly: “I’m not wronged.”

He was very docile, always filial and considerate in front of the elders. Even Father Shan, who was usually unpretentious, said to Wan Qiu: “This is a matter of attitude. He can’t make a mistake.”

In this way, Father Shan and Mother Shan discussed the wedding and new place. Shan Yu stood up and sat next to Wan Qiu, reaching out to rub his waist.

“Husband,” Wan Qiu was embarrassed to be close to his husband in front of the elders, his face turning red with embarrassment, and he pushed him away: “Don’t.”

Mother Shan hinted at Father Shan with her eyes, asking him to look.

Father Shan sneered, “I also know how to be young and in love,” He pointed and said, “This villa in the southern suburbs is adjacent to the military sanatorium. The security environment is good. Although it’s small, it’s enough for the two of them.”

Mother Shan asked Shan Yu: “Son, what do you think?”

Shan Yu pondered: “It’s a bit far from my company.”

Father Shan snorted coldly: “How far is half an hour’s drive? It only takes a cup of tea. Besides, don’t you want Wan Qiu to go to school? I heard that the university town will move south in the second half of the year. It’ll be convenient for Wan Qiu to go to school.”

Shan Yu nodded: “Then we’ll listen to Dad.”

The logistics were trivial; the main focus was waiting for Wan Qiu to see the little bun and chat.

“Your grandfather and I discussed it and allocated 5% of the shares to Wan Qiu as a betrothal gift,” Father Shan said.

Shan Yu asked: “Is it all his?”

“3% will be in the name of the child.”

“So, it’s only 2% for Wan Qiu?”

“You should know that this amount is already quite large.”

Shan Yu shook his head: “I don’t care how much the child gets. I want 10% for Wan Qiu.”

“How much?”

“10%.”

Father Shan smiled: “Your mother only has 15% now.”

Shan Yu nodded and said, “So I only want 10%.”

“Are you crazy?”

“No.” Shan Yu looked at his father and asked calmly: “Dad, if I married someone from a well-matched family, would you only give them 2%?”

Father Shan frowned coldly: “You also know that you didn’t marry the right person? I can take out as much as I want if it’s the ‘right’ person. I can agree to give you 10%. But the question is, what benefit can you give back to me?”

Seeing the tension building between father and son, Mother Shan hurriedly intervened: “It’s a lifetime commitment, why not just—”

Father Shan slammed the table and scolded: “A loving mother spoils her child to death! You’ve let this kid get too bold! 10%? How shameless can he be to even ask?”

Shan Yu lowered his head, maintaining his composure and not speaking, but his stance remained firm.

Grandpa Shan, knowing his grandson’s temperament well, understood that if they didn’t agree now, Shan Yu would push for compensation elsewhere later. With a decisive tone, he said, “9%, no more.”

Shan Yu, who originally only planned to ask for 6% for Wan Qiu, felt pleased when he heard this, though his expression remained calm. He bent slightly and said, “Thank you, Grandpa.”

Shan Yu wasn’t one for sweet talk. He had never promised Wan Qiu eternal vows or whispered romantic words. Instead, the love and affection he held deeply in his heart were expressed through his actions.

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The wedding was grand, but the Shan family declined all media interviews and reports.

Shan Yu just entered the ranks of married men with children. Wan Qiu, holding his husband’s hand, fell into the gentle embrace of happiness, almost without realizing it.

The wedding room was beautifully decorated with flowers and candles, and the red quilt was perfectly arranged.

Morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, breaking the darkness and illuminating the two who slept in each other’s arms.

Shan Yu felt a bit of pressure on his chest. As he opened his eyes, he saw that Wan Qiu had nestled against his shoulder, his long hair wrapped around his neck like seaweed.

Shan Yu gently cradled the back of Wan Qiu’s head, carefully turned him over, and slowly laid his back onto the pillow, taking a moment to study his face.

Perhaps because of his heritage, Wan Qiu, aside from his thick black hair, had very light body hair. His eyebrows and eyelashes were delicate, a soft shade of black, and his features were serene. Especially when he was asleep, he resembled a calm, meditative presence, like the peaceful beads of a Buddhist temple offering solace.

Shan Yu brushed back the hair from Wan Qiu’s forehead and couldn’t resist planting a kiss on the charming red birthmark near his eye. The touch made Wan Qiu wrinkle his nose and instinctively snuggle closer.

“Husband…” he murmured.

“Mm,” Shan Yu responded softly.

“What time is it… I want to serve tea to my parents-in-law…”

“There’s no rush. Sleep in with me.”

“Husband…” he called again, drowsily.

“Mm.”

“Husband…”

“I’m here. Stop calling me that.”

“Husband…”

Shan Yu pulled the bright red blanket over their heads, silencing the soft murmurs with a deep kiss, and whispered: “You asked for this…”

Their love was complete, and their hearts were full.

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[End]